{"id":98775,"date":"2021-06-26T23:10:39","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T03:10:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=98775"},"modified":"2021-06-26T23:10:39","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T03:10:39","slug":"hour-fifteena-regret-one-decade-later","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-fifteena-regret-one-decade-later\/","title":{"rendered":"[Hour Fifteen]a regret, one decade later"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Fifteen, a rare, precious, peach-skin thin age,<br \/>\nwith a ticket to fly out, far away from home.<br \/>\nA few months gone across the sea, to the Isle of Green.<br \/>\nWork in a shop, in a foreign land, with friends.<br \/>\nBut twisted in a toxic relationship, hands like vines<br \/>\nthat said, &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to let you go, you&#8217;re mine.&#8221;<br \/>\nHow much a life would have changed from a no to a yes,<br \/>\nif I had gone across the sea<br \/>\nTen years earlier than I did for me. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Fifteen, a rare, precious, peach-skin thin age, with a ticket to fly out, far away from home. A few months gone across the sea, to the Isle of Green. Work in a shop, in a foreign land, with friends. But twisted in a toxic relationship,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":214,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-98775","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98775","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/214"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=98775"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98775\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":98818,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98775\/revisions\/98818"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=98775"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=98775"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=98775"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}